Flatpacking.

So I've always disputed the notion that women are a bit rubbish at putting furniture together. I mean, I've seen my dad (the engineer!) struggling to erect a table with at least three times the amount of time, hassel, sweat and swearing than it takes me! It's generally simpler to usher him out of the way and turn the thing the right way up.
However Maggie's new blanket box very nearly beat us today, and all we really wanted was a man with a drill to show up, say 'step aside little ladies' (in a southern accent obviously) and take over. Hey, I've never claimed to be a feminist...
Although a strong woman would have been just as welcome :) We got there in the end after 2 hours, a lot of banging and a break in the middle for a beer. Completely exhausted!